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Zeus opened the bedside table and grabbed a condom and lube. He didn’t react to Tracker’s apology. Tracker’s mood spiraled. He moved, intent on getting dressed and going home. In his heart, he had known this was a bad idea. He had known he would fail.
Before he could get away, Zeus straddled Tracker’s thighs. He ripped open a condom, looking completely calm. Zeus handed him the condom. “Put this on whichever of us needs it.”
Realization dawned, and Tracker had never felt dumber in his life. His ignorance when it came to all things sexual was humiliating. “Sorry,” he mumbled as his gaze slid away.
“Tracker.” Something about the quiet way Zeus said his name had Tracker’s attention snapping back to Zeus’ stare.
Zeus looked like the guy who had been his best friend for years. His expression softened when he had Tracker’s full focus. “Stop apologizing. I know you’re not someone who spends their time fantasizing about sex. You’re not someone who sexualizes people. That’s not what’s happening here. We can do as much or as little as you choose. I’m down for anything. Let’s figure out what you’re down for.”
A slight smile tugged at the corners of Tracker’s lips. Zeus was one of a kind. It hit Tracker how lucky he was. No one else would have this much patience and understanding with him.
Tracker handed the condom back to Zeus. “I want you to be in charge. You choose. I don’t think I can do this if I have to think too much.”
Zeus didn’t let him down. He rolled the condom down Tracker’s length. As he watched Zeus lube his asshole, prepping for Tracker’s dick, a hunger he had never experienced before hit him like a tsunami. Yes. This was what he wanted. He craved knowing what it felt like to have Zeus riding him. Tracker wondered if he looked as hungry as he felt. That denied orgasm had him throbbing hard. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from watching Zeus position himself. Zeus's entire body was a work of art. When he lowered himself onto Tracker’s erection, Tracker’s spine bowed. He had thought Zeus was hot before. The heat surrounding his cock was heaven. Tracker had never been more aware of every inch of his body. Every place they touched had his entire focus.
Apparently, telling Zeus he needed him to be in charge was the right decision. Every way he moved and positioned Tracker onlytook the pleasure to new heights. Then Zeus bounced on his cock. The universe disappeared. His brain flew out the window. Tracker had no control. Sounds left him he had never made before. Insanity had him clawing at Zeus’s skin, trying to get a centimeter closer. Tracker hadn’t known this much ecstasy existed in the world. He could easily get addicted. Tracker already knew he would twist in the sheets, begging for more of this for the rest of his life. The same growing sense of insanity he had felt when Zeus sucked him, started again. He lifted his hips, trying his damndest to take what he craved. Tracker felt crazed with the need to come. He was ready to tear his skin off. His muscles were as tense as they could possibly be. Then the universe froze for half a breath before the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced had him babbling and whimpering. There weren’t enough waves of pleasure to satisfy this thing Zeus had awakened inside him. He wanted to flip Zeus and take another orgasm, and then another. Then Zeus stole his focus.
Zeus visibly strained. “Fuck, Tracker. You feel amazing inside me. I’m right there.” He almost looked as if he was in pain.
Something inside Tracker gave way. He did exactly what his heart wanted. Tracker rolled, pinning Zeus beneath him. He followed his gut and the sounds Zeus made. Tracker was detail-oriented and a fast learner. He fucked Zeus hard. The sound of skin slapping skin was the only sound beyond Zeus’ moans. When Zeus cried out beneath him, and cum hit Tracker in the chest, Tracker felt satisfied in a way he didn’t know existed. Zeus made all that noise for him. His cum was because of Tracker. He wanted to do it again.
Out of nowhere, pain sliced through his chest. Reality punched him like a heavyweight champion. Zeus never slept with the same person twice. This was the only time Tracker would see Zeus like this. The devastation was blinding. This hadn’t meant a thing.
Chapter Four
Withhisbackagainstheadboard, Zeus drank his juice and watched Tracker sleep. His eyes wouldn’t budge from the sight of him nude, stretched out, and his arm thrown over his eyes. Logically, Zeus understood what Tracker saw when he looked into the mirror. He saw all the abuse he had endured until they achieved their version of perfection. After all, Tracker didn’t need his looks to be the world’s greatest hacker. But when Zeus looked at Tracker, he saw a flawless beauty. Tracker’s mind was untainted in a way Zeus had never encountered. Zeus looked on the inside the way Tracker saw himself on the outside. They were a perfect match. Zeus was all the way in love with him. He had been for a long time.
Making love to Tracker had confirmed a few suspicions Zeus had obsessed about. Tracker was one-hundred-percent genuine, and he had handed Zeus a hell of a lot of power. Tracker had never been with anyone else. Zeus knew that in his heart and fromyears of professional experience. If Zeus had his way, Tracker would never be with anyone else.
Zeus's watch started beeping, reminding him he still hadn’t drunk his juice.
“Your alarm is going off, babe. Drink your juice.”
A huge grin exploded across Zeus' face. He silenced his watch and chugged the juice. Even in his sleep, Tracker worried about him. He set his empty glass aside and touched the lamp to kill the soft light. When he settled back down to sleep, Tracker rolled, cuddling against him. Zeus couldn’t stop the fast descent into monomaniacal. Tracker’s behavior each time they slept in the same bed told the real story of their relationship. He always let Zeus hold him. Zeus couldn’t count the nights of absolute torment because he couldn’t take things further. Tracker had let him cross the line. Now he had to find a way to make sure Tracker didn’t try to push him back to the other side of that line.
Zeus smoothed his hand down Tracker’s side, lightly stroking him. Chill bumps rose beneath his touch. Zeus felt Tracker’s erection growing against him. Hunger filled his soul. Zeus gently rolled Tracker onto his back again. He kissed Tracker’s neck until he felt Tracker startle awake. Tracker’s soft moan filled the air. He buried his hand in Zeus’ hair.
“Do I have your permission to touch you?” Zeus whispered the question in case Tracker still wasn’t truly awake.
“Yes.” The softly spoken answer nearly sent his sanity over the edge. Control meant more to him than anyone knew. The surrender in Tracker’s tone had Zeus ready to fuck.
Zeus straddled Tracker while worshipping his neck and chest. His nipples ended up with Zeus' full attention. He rocked, using the friction between their bodies to make Tracker moan. Zeus moved slowly.
Tracker tugged his hair, urging Zeus to kiss him.
He settled in for the long haul. Their kisses kept swinging between heated and sweet. By the time Tracker shook and jerked beneath him, painting the space between them with cum, Zeus wanted to sigh in relief. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His orgasm only served to highlight everything else going on inside his head.
Tracker seemed half dead and more asleep than awake.
Zeus rolled from the bed and ran a clean washcloth under warm water before returning to Tracker’s side. He gently cleaned away the mess. After tossing the soiled cloth into the dirty-clothes basket, he settled back down to hold Tracker.
He kissed Tracker’s forehead. “I love you.” Zeus half expected Tracker wouldn’t even hear the words. He was likely fully asleep already.
“I love you too.” The groggy-sounding words were slurred and barely audible. Zeus’ throat swelled. Tracker didn’t mean themthe way Zeus did. He didn’t know how much longer he could take that.
Tracker sat at his security station, lost in thought. He chewed the side of his thumbnail as he obsessed his way through every second of the night, over and over again. Zeus had books to look over and bank runs to make. Shit like that to do. Tracker had to hold down the security fort at home. Zeus had kissed him before they went their separate ways. Tracker gave himself all the speeches. Zeus didn’t do more than one night with anyone. Tracker already knew he wasn’t special. He swore to himself he wouldn’t regret what they had done. But he already missed the intimacy and the way Zeus made him feel sexy. Tracker understood Zeus had meant to teach him a lesson: he could have a normal life with someone who loved him enough to see past his scars. Tracker very much feared that wasn’t the lesson he had learned.
The door opened, yanking Tracker from his thoughts. He hadn’t noticed Shadow coming. It was a good thing they had perimeter alarms because Tracker hadn’t seen a thing but Zeus inside his head for hours.
